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It's the time of the year
when the morning keeps you under the sheets
It's the time of the year
when the darkness is falling with a fake
In a moment we will all be just a bright spark
Forgetting all our memories
In place for an endless dark
And I can't believe you think money
Will save yourself
from all that's coming your way
If the coffee gets cold
Put it in a hole and call out my name
Push the people aside, mishear
And let the maker take the blame
Oh these cardboard, mystical,
Heaven-held sources of gold
Foreign mister calls my name
Hear it back on the radio
And I can't believe you think money
Will save yourself from all that's coming
The future won't remember kindly
Your kids will hate you,
Your wives will leave you this way
And I can't believe you think money
Will save yourself from all that's coming
The future won't remember kindly
Your kids will hate you,
Your wives will leave you this way
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